Gemati and Blue Ferzith

Gemati and Blue Ferzith

Whaddya mean it's time for the boiling? How could it have come again so quickly? How? Ergg..." As she said that, Gemati's hair visibly frizzed out and her eybrows narrowed in thought. Her eyes hazed. What is the problem? We will just leave. Simple as that. Ferzith added helpfully from outside on the rim of the 'bowl.

"Of course!" Gemati hit her forehead and headed towards her weyr to collect her own flying gear. After Impressing, Navi's loaned gear became hers and it was customized with the words "Queen Frizz" on the back of the leather jacket in bold blue/red letters. The jacket's customization was credited to a pair of certain brothers.. *cough*Landon*cough*Lannor*cough*. Beg pardon. Sorry 'bout that...

As she dashed back to her weyr, she noticed the fact that her feet seemed more in proportion to the rest of her body then when she had Impressed turns ago. That was good news. You have always been in proportion. Ferzith added, always the calm reassuring one behind the frazzled bluerider.

As she reach the weyr, she yelled into the crevasses, expecting Ferzith to be out ont he ledge or maybe still on the rim. "Ferzith!!!!!!!!!!!! Ferzzyyyy!!!"

My ears! My ears! I'm right here. Please, stop yelling! Ferzith said and poked his head through the drawn curtain partitioning his area from hers.

"Sorry 'bout that." She said sheepishly and took her gear off the peg by the door. "We leave?" She asked hastily as the drifting scent of boiling numbweed reached her nose once again.

I though you'd never ask. I'm out on the ledge now. Let's get outta here! He said gleefully. That stuff really reeks.

"And I wouldn't know that?" Gemati said as she headed out onto the ledge and threw the riding saddle onto the niche on Ferzith's back. "Come on. Lemme up." Ferzith extended a foreleg. "Thanks." Gemati settled into the seat and held the straps. She felt Ferzith's muscles coil beneath her and they were in the air on the count of three.

Where shall we go? Ferzith asked as they headed off. Freedom was good.

| Candidate | *Adult* | Navi Weyr |

The stench of numbweed boiling filled my nostrils and I gagged uncerimonously. I looked over the side of the wagon to discover many other teens my age doing the same. Even through the source of the stench was many, many, many dragonlenghts away, the strong wind of the day carried right to where we didn't want it.

The smell invaded every pore of my body and I wished to be home at Aden, Weyrhold of course, my clothes reeked and even my trademark goggles were getting blurred from the acid stuff carried on the wind. I unhung myself from over the side and trudged off to find my riding leathers, of course, I oculdn't call them mine now. They were property of Navi Weyr until I stood and Impressed, well, I can't be that sure of myself in all reality. What kind of dragon would want a rider like me?

I'm tall and gangly, my hair is always stringy and refuses to stay in its tie, reddish-brown strands always flop into my face and stick like glue. My eyebrows arch and many have mistaken me for a boy, an odd boy with deep brown eyes and a hangdog expression.

Those are my good days. Today, my hair frizzes and no one will go near me. I am a walking disaster and I will go near no one. I hate my knees, that's the truth and the only thing right with my legs are my feet. I have beautiful toes, unfortuantely, my huge feet carry me fast and my breeding as runner hardly come into use in such a place as Aden, where the more experienced always get the jobs and leave no messages or chits for the mere apprentice. I was in sad shape and I haven't even completed my first Cross, my parents are ashamed and I fear they are close to disowing me, although this stinkload of numbweed is the surefire way to get rid of me. I guess they figure that if they give me the dirty work, I'll eventually split.

Well, I have, I wandered into Navi Weyr (which isn't far away) after getting lost when the trace went bad. Then again, Pern won't revolve around me and for sure no one will miss me if I suddenly disappear. But then again, I'll be throwing my chance away at standing and I'm sure that's something I don't want to miss.

The Weyr had sent me, along with a few other candidates and weyrlings, out to the fields to help with the numbweed. I wished that wasn't my assignment, but I didn't have enough guts to stand up for myself like I usually do. I'm taller than most (even if lankier) and I can sometimes intimidate others into leaving me alone. Sometimes I just stand up for myself, but that is a rare case anyhow...

The Jr. Headwoman calls for me, I must plug my nose and see what the problem is. Hopefully I won't trip on the way there...